FREMONT STREET IN LAS VEGAS, MY FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET. WITH TWO OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT THE FIRST NIGHT THAT STARTS OUT SO INNOCENT, AND GOES TO HELL FROM THERE. I MEAN DON’T THINGS LOOK JUST ABOUT PERFECT?
THEN STARTS THE DRINKING……..
IN MY OWN DEFENCE I HAVE ABOUT A HALF DOZEN EXCUSES……..
MAYBE I’M JUST GETTING OLD AND HAVING MEMORY PROBLEMS?
BUT THE DAY AFTER I FOUND THIS SERIES OF PICTURES ON THE CAMERA AND HAVE NO CLUE:
WHO FUCK IS THIS DUMMY?
IS THIS THE DEFINION OF “DRUNK AS $700”?
OH LORDY, WHAT ARE ALL THESE ATM SLIPS IN MY OTHER POCKET? HOLY CRAP GOOD THING I HAVE A $700 LIMIT ON MY ATM CARD. SO, I GUESS THIS IS THE DEFINION OF “DRUNK AS $700”?
WAIT, WHO THE HELL IS THIS DUMMY?
CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE?
I SWEAR I DON’T REMEMBER A THING, DO THE GIRLS GET BETTER LOOKING AT CLOSING TIME? WAIT, VEGAS DOESN’T CLOSE……
I THINK I’M DOWN FOR THE COUNT…….
I WOULDN’T BELIEVE THIS IS REX, EXCEPT I SEE I’M LEANING TOWARDS THE BLOND……
THANK GOD THE FIRST NIGHT ON FREMONT STREET IS OVER.
The key is don't try and remember.
ReplyDeleteTake the pics, then "make up" the story to go with them, nobody out here will know the real thing from: "What happens in LV stays in Las Vegas"
Go Badgers.
oh but Mikey knows the real story lol
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